A rough rule of thumb is, if you can see it from property that's open to the public, you can photograph it. As Kantor points out, it's legal to shoot in a shopping mall, for instance, but it's also legal for the shopping mall to bar you and make you leave. They CAN'T stop or confiscate your photography, though.
I always carry this document with me: http://www.krages.com/ThePhotographersRight.pdf
There was a case last week of a tourist on Amtrak traveling from New York to Boston who was photographing from the train, and the asshole of a conductor told him to stop. He didn't stop, because he didn't speak any English and didn't know what the guy was saying. So the conductor had the cops come on at New Haven and take the guy off the train for questioning. He was Japanese. Through a fellow passenger they were able to determine that he was going to see family in Boston who would be worried if he didn't show up on time, which interested the conductor and the cops not at all. They put him on a later train. That's the definition of a police state. Don't let them do it to you.
I was physically threatened and followed in a car by a homeless guy in Georgetown whose "home" -- a shopping cart -- I had inadvertently photographed. I didn't feel like discussing the finer points of the law with him!
i'm sick of the homeless and their police state!
Friends don't let friends take pictures of power lines.
Power lines are for throwing shoes over to advertise drug dealer locations.
Some friends of mine got confronted by a cop (or some sort of security figure employed by the gov't) two years ago for taking a picture of the outside of the federal court building downtown from the street. Being on a photo scavenger hunt, they weren't really in the mood to get arrested. They stopped taking pictures and were left alone, but it's still very troubling.
Thanks for the info and the links Jen and Fnarf. Useful stuff.
I misspoke. We don't live in a police state. We live in a minimum-wage security guard state. And people eat it up, because Americans LOVE being ordered around by a retard who failed his GED with a sewn-on patch on his shirt and a radio on his belt.
Yeah, Dance for me you photo-taking scum, then bring me some pork rinds and red bull, you yuppie bootlick. You know you LOVE it... feel my power.
So what do you do if the police arrest you, take your camera, and destroy the pictures?
oh man, doug, that story is crazy. he's lucky he could prove (or they admitted) that they actually arrested him.
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